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Swimming in Green

Workaday realities disappear,
bright bubbles in a flashflood of birdsong,
and the garden becomes a shady mere,
green ripples that echo all summer long. l
Peace creeps from grass to leaf to tree, along
each branch, farther than any wings can reach,
way over the top of the silver beech,
from which a sole premature foliole,
like a starfish riding waves to a beach,
shimmering with sunshine, begins to fall.

Kim M. Russell, 18th July 2019

My response to dVerse Poetry Pub Poetry Form: The Dizain

This week Rosemary is here to share one of her favourite forms. I’ve never come across the name before, but I might have written one without knowing.

I like the way the garden becomes a metaphor for the ocean, or the other way round. I’m sure there’s a technical term for that. So evocative of shadiness, and the way the light is dappled by leaves, and then that reminder of transience. Lovely write.